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an ancient poem
When the tape deck speaks, athletic feats, or churches made of bones

Downriver from the icons and all their immortal deeds
Sewn together by

me free
From this
Let me see
My sun
Make this day
My last
Take me home
From loss
My new home
New and old
Sorrow
Running through my veins
All my blood

One night
As the sun sets on the beach watch it ignite
With your family by your side like the old times
Buzzed my hair as a dare lost a fist fight

You gotta keep it cool son
Cuz you know heat rises like a beluga
Gaspin' for air while you're passin' it by
Starin' out the window from the passenger's

morse code from other planets calling me
And the threat we knew
Is not the only finger on the button
And the kids' balloons
Sent to space like rockets by

The guitar I got from Mexico
And a Mayer song that I used to know
4-wheel drive, job to piss me off
And those two old dogs in a town where
Everybody goes

entertain angels
Stay gold and disdainful of the "same old"
"He's got a good song he's
Got a certain style
Every goddess on the planet wants
To have his

& tired of trying
No denying
You was lying
Always get offended by
All these allegations
Losing patience
It gets dangerous
It gets dangerous
Bitch don't play

is a strange world, lately
I've been feeling maybe
I wanna waste my time on an old soul, baby
A picture in a locket
Roses from the garden
My hand

assumption

Listen to my album and you’ll feel how I function

Cuz my rap career is vital and it’s under construction

But it’s just me by myself, all alone in

bets.

Inch by inch on old bone,

Squeeze the hands of souls once known,

Hustle strong, the weight prolong,

Anything to claim your song.

What you want

the strongest of storms
Or drags the ocean floor when they want nothing more but to move forward
A chain or a savior, each song is an anchor
The Old Niles Ferry

Cue the piano
Bring in the performer
Let him show you what he's got
I'll tell you how it happened
One day I decided that I'd up and write a song
So I

Yeah yeah
Fake love, no trust in this world I told you
Came from a broken heart but that shit is old news
You can't make me insecure, love me more

the song-smith from Oildale would
I got an app that tells me... luckily... good times ain't over for good
I bought this mandolin from a man to win his wage by

across the nation
Singing the same old song practiced over and over
Rolling over their tongues with so much ease
Like the speech of a man that's sprung

Motherless Child

Raekwon

Ironman

1996

forties hussled in a rain
Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written

Motherless Child

Raekwon

Ironman

1996

forties hustled in a rain
Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written

Things Get a Little Easier

Biz Markie

The Biz Never Sleeps

1989

And yes y'all, yes y'all
This is, a different type of dedication
To my man Marcus from Kansas City
But I'm just tellin' ya straight on up
Don't

stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?

(With

swim
But somehow
I came out number one
From the whole sperm team
But like my old shirts in my Wardrobe
I'll just have to hang in there
While peer

all you want to, but here is the news)
(Can't hide from yourself, you'll be singing the blues)

When we met, this time last week
Could see the look

woods, the mountains high
Now the circle of change and life
Can dance again under starlit skies

A new horizon seems to wait
And from the embers leaps

dance and clap
And the night seems to go by so fast
I can't take it all in
But this feeling I've got is building

Oh, I can't write you a good song